The Citizen, 1998-10-07, Page 5THE CITIZEN, WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 7, 1998. PAGE 5.
What a way to go
It's not that I'm frightened of dying.
I just don't want to be there when it happens.
Woody Allan
Call me morbid, but I've been thinking
about death lately. Specifically, about all the
ways I'd rather not go.
Woody Allan notwithstanding, it looks
from empirical evidence, that my attendance
at the occasion is pretty well mandatory. All
God and I have to work out are the details.
On the off chance that The Big Guy with
the Celestial Clipboard is reading this
column, I'd like to submit a short list of the
ways I would rather not shuffle off this
mortal coil.
No shuffling, for starters. I'd like to go out
with a little style, a touch of flair.
Please don't call my number while I'm
lined up at a Burger King waiting for my
cheeseburger deluxe. Don't let me be
sandbagged by a potted geranium tumbling
off some sixth storey window sill - and
really, I wouldn't want to be caught, well,
dead, keeling over into the chip dip at some
journalists convention in North York.
Speaking of mortal indignities, Lord,
How much
government?
One of the things I am frequently obliged
to talk about when lecturing is how much
government should an economy have in
order to operate most efficiently? This
question gets asked because of all the steps
being taken throughout the industrialized
world to rid governments of many operations
either because the government in question
needs the money, or else the prevailing
wisdom is that the private sector can do it
better.
I wish there Were a pat answer to this
question but there is not. When we compare
the Canadian economy with that of our
neighbour to the south, we find that
traditionally we have more government
intervention here than they do in the United
States. That should not be taken to mean that
the Americans operate more efficiently than
we do. In some cases,perhaps they do; in
others they do not.
Let's take a look at the railways. We found
that, on balance, railways work more
efficiently if they are privatized and so it was
that Canadian National, formerly run by the
federal government, is now operating as a
private company.
On the other hand our health system, in
spite of all the alleged inadequate services,
and there are some, is generally considered to
be superior to that in the United States where
close to 40 million people are totally without
health insurance. Where do you draw the
line?
One of the reasons government-run
organizations frequently get a bad press, as it
were, is because their failures are spectacular
ones and are dragged out into the public
domain as part of the ongoing debate on
public services.
As you know, there are always any number
please don't let me go like Elvis.
The King of Rock and Roll. Dead on his
toilet. Jeez.
All things considered, I think lid prefer to
be murdered. Shot by Hugh Hefner, say in a .
fit of masculine jealousy.
Or discretely poisoned by a distraught Miss
Universe, driven crazy by the knowledge that
she couldn't have me.
I'd even settle for a baseball bat in the back
of the noggin from Mark McGwire, unable to
endure the irony of being shaded into
obscurity by my simple, understated
maleness.
Believe me, there are worse ways to leave
the planet.
Ask Hans Dalmolen - if you can. The late
Dutch salesman met his fate in the blades of
a 21-inch rear-bagger lawn mower, wielded
by his wife, after she discovered lipstick on
one of his shirt collars.
Or the Parisian landlady who made the
mistake of criticizing one of artist Theodore
Gardelle's paintings. Gardelle stabbed her.
With a long-tailed comb.
In 1953, an Albertan by the name of Fred
Ralston gave his wife that long distance
feeling by strangling her with the cord of the
family telephone.
Meanwhile a frustrated New Jersey
of people prepared to criticize the
government on occasion and I confess to
being one of them. Then again there were the
communist governments who reached new
highs in operating inefficiently which just
added more fuel to the fire.
However, even such free marketeers as
Margaret Thatcher, Ronald Reagan, and
Nobel prize winner Milton Freedman would
probably admit that there are times when
government intervention is necessary. Can
you imagine, for example, a company
running an unemployment insurance
program? Would they provide services. in
outlying areas where there is absolutely no
Chance of doing this service and making a
profit?
This brings us right back to the prime
question of how much government service is
too much government service and when it is
absolutely necessary.
My first recollection of life is of the great
depression of the 1930s. We went right from
that into World War II.
This conditioned my desire to become an
economist and do something about avoiding
such calamities. If I had to do it all over
again, I would still become an economist.
However, in our efforts to be human, we
erred on the side of becoming too generous
and governments did things for people that
people should be doing for themselves. This
has resulted in labour markets in Europe, and
to a certain degree in Canada being too rigid
and have resulted in higher levels of
unemployment than should be the case.
Agriculture policies are a mess in Europe
for somewhat the same reason. However,
once you have a policy in place and a certain
group of people become dependent on it, you
and I both know how difficult it is to get rid
of it when we realize how much it is costing
taxpayers.
With such vested interests, even what arc
supposed to, be independent studies arc
strongly criticized if they come out with
housewife nixed her hubbo by suffocating
him with a bag of his favourite potato chips.
Back in 1843, two irate Frenchmen named
Mellant and Lenfant fell into an argument
over a pool table. Lenfant hissed "choose
your weapons".
Mellant did - an eight ball -- which he
proceeded to sink in Lenfant's forehead.
Sports can be dangerous - mortally so. In
Germany, Peter Geiger clubbed his fishing
buddy Horst Renk to death in an argument
over bait. Geiger's weapon of choice: a dead
snapper.
Another German sportsman, Gunnar
Waktel, used a bowling pin to club his best
friend and bowling partner to death.
His buddy's crime? 'He goosed Gunnar just
as he released his ball, 'causing him to miss a
strike that would have given him a perfect
game.
Something like that - only a whole lot
worse - happened to England's King
Edmund Ironside 'way back in 1016.
According to a book called The Porcelain
God: A Social History 'of the Toilet, King
Edmund was killed while seated on his privy.
By a swordsman lurking in the cesspit
below him.
Ugh. That's even worse than the sendoff
Elvis got.
findings that run counter to the status quo.
Witness the problems that the French
government had with their national air carrier
Air France just before the beginning of the
World Soccer tournament because of the
fully justified attempts to cut the airline's
losses. Objectivity goes out the window in
such cases. However, this is true as much in
North America as it is in Europe.
The next time you demand that the
government do something or support
something, stop and ask yourself if the same
government is able to do it better than the
private sector or is it the other way around.
Unfortunately you are not going to get too
much help in arriving at that decision since
impartial studies are all too thin on the
ground.
Another thought to keep in mind is just
because governments do something quite
well in other countries is no reason to think
that they could do the same in Canada. Each
country has its own peculiar conditions
which must be satisfied. In an area where it is
all too easy to be led down the proverbial
garden path, be extremely careful how you
arrive at your decision.
What do I end up telling my students?
Simply that, in an age when it is important to
become as self-reliant as possible, try to
place your reliance on governments as
infrequently as possible. A main reason for
the horrendous budgetary deficits many
western countries, including Canada, have
run up is because too many people have
demanded too much from their governments;
the latter have, unfortunately, forgotten how
to say no. They are starting to learn a little bit
A Final Thought
Talent develops in quiet places, character
in the full current of human life
— Johan Wolfgang von Goethe
The
short
of it
By Bonnie Gropp
Pressure's off /
My white dust cloth is raised in surrender.
I concede to the gods of humility and admit
my inability to maintain the standards with
which I was raised. I cannot, I have finally
come to accept, do it all.
Regular readers of this column will
probably know by now that my mother's
mantra was the adage "cleanliness is next to
godliness". Despite working all day outside
the home, Mom always found the time for
herself, but not at the expense of a tidy
domain. Priorities were set and the nearness
of our family home ultimately and always
came first.
A high school friend of mine, succinctly,
yet with deadly accuracy, once summed it up
at a reunion. "What I remember of your
mom is that she was always sunbathing —
and the house was always really clean."
And, it wasn't just about the house. Mom
rose early and had the evening's supper
organized, sometimes prepared, before
heading to work. Clothes weren't just
washed and dried, they were laundered with
precision, hung neatly on the line, co-
ordinated by the part of the body which they
adorned. The value of this housekeeping
lesson was revealed early to me. When I
once asked her why the jeans, the t-shirts,
the blouses were all hung together, Mom
looked at me as if I were a genetic mistake.
"What would the neighbours think?" she
retorted.
Understand Mom is a sweet lady (and
fortunately one with a sense of humour) but
tidiness outdoors set the standard for behind
closed doors and it was this ideal that I have
attempted to emulate. From the time I first
lived on my own I strove for June Cleaver
perfection — a domicile of tranquility,
everything in its place, babies sparkling
clean, and quiet, me a class act, and looking
like I cared.
I have since, however come to a
realization. I'm sorry, but I can't•live up to
the 1990's idea of motherhood and
womanhood. I can't be Super Mom, super
fit and keep a perfect house.
While I certainly haven't taken this new
attitude to extremes; first impressions when
people walk in my door are still important to
me; I have learned of ways to fudge. For
example, the two rooms in our house which
resemble my idea of what Hell looks like
(teen zone) are blocked from view by closed
doors. I enter out of necessity and then only
with blinders.
Dishes are washed, but not dried, laundry
is folded, but left in the basket. This way,
you see, it all looks like I was just going to
get to it, should someone come in
unexpectedly.
Tidiness remains a paramount issue so all
those odds and ends must be picked up —
then tucked into an already cluttered closet
or drawer — which I'll get to someday.
Dirty oven? Put clean foil in the bottom
and keep the light off when anyone's
visiting. Unfortunately Mom did catch me
on this one.
Sometimes still, guilt does start confusing
me. But then I think and to paraphrase the
late Erma Bombeck, remember that though
I'd like those aforementioned bedrooms
clean, sadly, soon enough they will be.
I'll never be able to let go completely, nor
would I want to, but there are moments
when I actually smile and shake my head at
the turmoil. It may be surrender, but the
pressure's off.
Arthur Black
International Scene
By Raymond Canon